Dark Love - Chapter 2

A Harry Potter Fanfiction

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Dumbledore looked down at Harry through his half-moon glasses. There was a very angry look on his face, like nothing Harry had ever seen on him before. Harry thought what life would be like without Hogwarts again, living with the Dursleys for years. He then thought about Hermione. The moment they shared seemed to be something special, despite Harry being nine and a half feet away from her at the time. He had sacrificed his life for love. Or perhaps lust. Either way, the spell had worn off by now, and Harry was back to his almost-normal self.

Dumbledore started to speak. "You know, Harry, these kinds of things are frowned upon by this institution."

"Yes, sir." Harry thought a bit about what posessed him to do what he did, but mainly why he neglected to read the warning next to the spell. If he had just read it...

"Professor Snape is not going to be able to see out of that eye for two weeks, you know. Eye repair is a neglected section of magic."

"I understand."

"What I want to know, Harry, is why? Why would you do such a foolish thing to yourself?"

Harry thought for a moment, sighed, and lied. "Draco Malfoy said he would give me 100 galleons for it."

"But Harry," Dumbledore's voice went lower, "your bank account contains more than a fortune in wizard money. Obviously, there's some other kind of reason."

This statement was the first thing Harry had ever heard Dumbledore say that made him cringe. He looked down to his feet, and confessed the entire truth to the headmaster.

"....Oh." Dumbledore seemed a bit surprised, yet unsatisfied. "Well, then, back to your dorm, and you'll serve detention all next week."

Harry had now gotten used to the jeers and taunts directed at him as he walked through the hallways. The Gryffindors did not loathe Harry at all for ensuring their loss of the house cup, because he had won it for them so many times before. But, as humans, they could not resist making fun of Harry's potions mishap.

His friends, however, stood by him throughout this whole ordeal. Ron came to him immediately after and congratulated Harry, saying that if Fred and George had not died in that firework accident they would be proud. Hermione had, of course, taken advantage of Harry's situation the night before. Neville, Seamus, and Dean all chuckled slightly when they saw him, but were supportive of Harry on the most part.

The Slytherins, especially Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, were who Harry tried to avoid at all costs. It was inevitable that they saw him, because they had potions class together, but Harry took absurdly long routes around Hogwarts to esure he wouldn't run in to them between classes. Snape managed to make Harry's life miserable, as well. Ever since he found out Dumbledore had not expelled Harry, Snape refused to give him a desk or a cauldron that was suited for the mixing of potions. Most of the time, Harry could be seen shaking a covered plastic cup on the cold ground of the cellar.

Harry's only escape, it seemed, was to remember the night he and Hermione shared together. Hermione, spread out on the chess table, begged Harry to insert his flagpole sized member in to her flower of love. Casting a levitating spell, they floated yards above the ground, together yet nine feet apart. Their silent moans echoed through the castle's walls, almost awakening nobody all at once. They experienced orgasms at precisely the same moment, each of them incredibly intense. Harry drifted down and lay on the floor, Hermione stayed up to use her tounge to clean Harry's still erect ramrod. They talked for some time after this, and then went their seperate ways to sleep.

The reality going through Harry's mind was sharply interrupted. "Mr. Potter, daydreaming doesn't earn you back your desk! Now, pay attention." Snape's voice was even more harsh than usual.

The next day, Harry was awakened by Neville early in the morning. "I brought you breakfast in b-- whoops!!" Neville dropped the tray containing boiling hot tea all over Harry's legs. Neville held his hand over Harry's mouth to stop him from screaming.

"Shhh! You'll wake up the others!" Neville whispered to Harry. "I have a special surprise for you today."

Neville removed his ill fitting pajamas, after quite a struggle, to reveal his full, slightly overweight self to Harry. "Now, Harry, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since our first year, when I first met you, I knew I liked you."

"But we were eleven!! How could someone's homose...mmmph!!" Neville once again put his hand over Harry's mouth.

"Don't ask questions, just go with it."

Neville pulled down Harry's pants, only to discover what he did not know; Harry's penis was not enlarged anymore. In fact, it was quite the opposite of enlarged. It was, to put it in regular terms, tiny.

"Oh.. err.. I didn't know that it wasn't... I-I'll just... g-go now..." Neville spoke in a high, cracking voice. He tripped several times on the way back to his bed.

Harry watched Neville fall asleep. After a few moments, he looked around a bit to make sure no one was awake, reached between his mattresses, and pulled out the Dark Love book once again.